Date: Sun, 04 Feb 2007From: "Leon"Subject: Hey, I won't be able to make it on Monday(tommorow)
Hey, All! I just wanted to let you people know, that I will not be able to show up tomorrow on Monday! Family emergency.

The project I was working on, has been deleted. It was bad, it happened yesturday, where my computer crashed, and would not turn back on. I lost quite a bit of data. I don't know what else to do, but to start over. I will do this over this weekend. I don't know what else to do. So, when I come at like 4;15 4;30 I won't have much. I will be working on it this week.

Hell, everyone! I have been going through some struggle. Life was getting hard this weekened. I was able to work a little on my part. However, I am working on it now and going to work in the morning and tuesday. I am going to do what I can. Hope you understand. I need some help. I am having problems, getting a better book. Well, hope to speak to you guys later.

Hello, Guys! I have some bad news. I will be dropping the class, because I have been bleeding badly. Spitting out blood and just nose bleeding. It has been going on for about 5 days now. It's getting worse, and so, I cannot concentrate right now. I am sorry guys.

Thanks!

Crunch time rolls around and he suddenly becomes a hemophiliac.

I was Leon's partner in TWRT 63 and he similarly dropped the class two-thirds of the way through the quarter, citing overwhelmingness.

The "W"s on his transcript must rival those of the '72 Dolphins.

I've never met anyone so incapable of producing anything worthwhile. At our final meeting before a rough draft deadline, Leon shared what appeared to be an outline printed in red ink.

Moreover, he always needed help. Help me! I'm young! I need help!

No, you're twenty-fuckin'-one years old! What you need is someone to carry your indolent ass!

The Hong Kong Japanese have invented a way of eating where a "body" is made from food and placed on a table. You cut the body open anywhere you want and eat what you find inside. The body will actually bleed as you cut it and the organs inside are completely edible.

My parents want to me to teach English in Japan while simultaneously learning Japanese.

I'd love to live in Japan, but I'm hesitant to cross the Pacific without a basic grasp of the language. The last time I visited Japan, everyone assumed I was Japanese. My Jappish features (?) excluded me from the benefit of the doubt allotted to foreigners, particularly among non-English-speakers. Pointing at a picture of the #2 combo meal at a Mos Burger in Yokohama wasn't enough.

Dave Nunley, 29, eats about 224 pounds of mild Cheddar cheese each year and has never consumed a hot meal in his life. Because of a food phobia, he has been living on cheese ever since he was a toddler.

"Once when I was four years old I nearly starved to death because my parents wouldn't let me eat cheese."

With all due respect to the sticker and the kiss, did you see Siegfried and Roy introducing the player introductions? Oof.

Roy could neither speak intelligibly nor orient himself. That he shared the spotlight with suave 67-year-old Siegfried only exacerbated the sadness of the sight. Governor Schwarzenegger should've declared him a disaster Aryan.

Having now witnessed Kirk Douglas, Dick Clark and Roy post-stroke, I can safely say that if I ever suffer a stroke (and my family history suggests I will), I hope it's fatal.

The amazing Super Mario wedding cake prompted a discussion between Adam Robot and I on our dream wedding cakes. We're probably the last people on Earth who should be contemplating wedding cakes, but play along.

I want an R2D2 cake that projects holograms of a groom and bride. I considered a Death Star cake, but I imagine crafting, displaying and slicing a spherical cake would be problematic.

Robot: i'd do a bucket with bloody appendages in it – each with a replica of an arm of the bride and groom with rings on their fingers

Over an instrumental reminiscent of Bumblebeez' "Pink Fairy Floss," Lars channeled Skee-Lo for a chorus ("I wish I was a little bit hyphy") and referenced other local shit like ghost ridin', Live 105 and Bubb Rubb.

Lars' open letter to the Bay Area would probably feel less calculated and disingenuous if he didn't move to Brooklyn over a year ago.

Last night during [adult swim], I'm pretty sure I heard "ghost ride the whip!" at the end of a commercial for opening day midnight screenings of Ghost Rider.